Chapter Four
Harry blinked in disbelief at where the wizard had just disappeared. He really did have a nasty habit of doing so right when you had a question.
Well, At least now Harry knew where to begin. First he had to find this person by getting out of this place, then he would probably be told what to do.
He thought about being on the edge of the mountains, then took a step forward and picked it out from the crystal box. It was a small satisfaction to him that he had picked up on this so quickly.
Once at the edge of the mountains, he dusted himself off for no particular reason and examined them. He gasped as he reached out to touch them and realized that they were only a cunning illusion. He moved his hand, trying to find a reaction.
Nothing happened. He tried again, this time more vigorously.
Still nothing! Logically, there should be some reaction! Harry plunged his arm in up to his elbow and waited, half expecting some horrific creature to leap up and bite it off. When nothing happened, he decided that he would just have to take a risk. Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the illusion.
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Anika jumped and turned around, flashing knives. Her eyes darted across the empty room. Was she going mad?
Sheathing the knives into hidden pockets, she tried to figure out what that noise had been. A huge crack, like cloth ripping, that had filled the room could not be insignificant.
She glided over to where the orb was resting and touched it.
"Aaaaaahh!" she shrieked, jerking her hand away in agony.
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Hermione looked at the sparrow, wondering what had caused its sudden outburst. The thing had started shivering, then it's head grew twice the size of its body, then shrunk again to the size of a fly. Now its eyes were doing the same.
Hermione suddenly noticed something she hadn't before. Each time the eye nearest to her became big a bulgy, a shadowed figure could be seen leaping, over and over again.
Aggravated at not being able to see it long enough to figure it out, Hermione grabbed the sparrow's neck and squeezed.
The sparrow's eyes swelled and stayed still. Hermione brought her face up close and peered inside the eyeball. Now the figure was clear; it was Harry! She could see the look of determination and resignation on his face. That was the look he had worn so long ago, at the Triwizard Tournament.
Hermione could not help squealing with pleasure. Finally the Harry she knew and loved was coming back to life! She could already see his personality seeping back into him.
The sparrow let out an indignant squawk and Hermione turned her attention back to it. In her excitement, she had forgotten it even existed. She noticed that it had gotten a good deal redder. Did that have to do with Harry too? What did it mean? Was it a sign? When had it . . .
Hermione felt her face flush and loosened her grip on the poor beast's neck. It squawked once more and ruffled it's feathers. Hermione didn't care, though. She had finally figured it out!
~*~*~*
A hooded figure cringed as the world seemed to tremble beneath him. Were the prophecies finally going to come true? He prayed not . . .
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Author's note: Confused? Good!! Now the story'll get interesting!
Disclaimer: Harry, Hermione, and the Triwizard Tournament belong to J.K.R Anika and the old wizard dude belong to me!!!
Harry blinked in disbelief at where the wizard had just disappeared. He really did have a nasty habit of doing so right when you had a question.
Well, At least now Harry knew where to begin. First he had to find this person by getting out of this place, then he would probably be told what to do.
He thought about being on the edge of the mountains, then took a step forward and picked it out from the crystal box. It was a small satisfaction to him that he had picked up on this so quickly.
Once at the edge of the mountains, he dusted himself off for no particular reason and examined them. He gasped as he reached out to touch them and realized that they were only a cunning illusion. He moved his hand, trying to find a reaction.
Nothing happened. He tried again, this time more vigorously.
Still nothing! Logically, there should be some reaction! Harry plunged his arm in up to his elbow and waited, half expecting some horrific creature to leap up and bite it off. When nothing happened, he decided that he would just have to take a risk. Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the illusion.
~*~*~*
Anika jumped and turned around, flashing knives. Her eyes darted across the empty room. Was she going mad?
Sheathing the knives into hidden pockets, she tried to figure out what that noise had been. A huge crack, like cloth ripping, that had filled the room could not be insignificant.
She glided over to where the orb was resting and touched it.
"Aaaaaahh!" she shrieked, jerking her hand away in agony.
~*~*~*
Hermione looked at the sparrow, wondering what had caused its sudden outburst. The thing had started shivering, then it's head grew twice the size of its body, then shrunk again to the size of a fly. Now its eyes were doing the same.
Hermione suddenly noticed something she hadn't before. Each time the eye nearest to her became big a bulgy, a shadowed figure could be seen leaping, over and over again.
Aggravated at not being able to see it long enough to figure it out, Hermione grabbed the sparrow's neck and squeezed.
The sparrow's eyes swelled and stayed still. Hermione brought her face up close and peered inside the eyeball. Now the figure was clear; it was Harry! She could see the look of determination and resignation on his face. That was the look he had worn so long ago, at the Triwizard Tournament.
Hermione could not help squealing with pleasure. Finally the Harry she knew and loved was coming back to life! She could already see his personality seeping back into him.
The sparrow let out an indignant squawk and Hermione turned her attention back to it. In her excitement, she had forgotten it even existed. She noticed that it had gotten a good deal redder. Did that have to do with Harry too? What did it mean? Was it a sign? When had it . . .
Hermione felt her face flush and loosened her grip on the poor beast's neck. It squawked once more and ruffled it's feathers. Hermione didn't care, though. She had finally figured it out!
~*~*~*
A hooded figure cringed as the world seemed to tremble beneath him. Were the prophecies finally going to come true? He prayed not . . .
~*~*~*
Author's note: Confused? Good!! Now the story'll get interesting!
Disclaimer: Harry, Hermione, and the Triwizard Tournament belong to J.K.R Anika and the old wizard dude belong to me!!!